Uhm...boredom, inlove, lost, weird, mood swings i dont know....lets say i feel like it. I banged open the church doors, ran few inches before turning behind and bolting the door almost immediately. I rested my back on the door trying to catch my breath like my nose was actually running. My heart was beating fast and irregular probably from the race and from shock at the same time but i was relieved that i found the safest place in this situation, a church. I have neva been to church on my own initiative since i turned 17, if i eva went, it was after a long argument or encouragement from mom or my pals told me of a new gal who jes came to town. But today, if the church would save me from this horror night, i would repent and even become a chorister i tot to myself. It was bright but empty, decorated with doctrinal images and de bright yellow bulbs made everything golden. i slowly lowered into a skwatting position, stretched my legs out to regain myself in full. I heard the piano keys, i guess the chorister stayed up to practice for tomoros service. It hymn sounded familiar, i knew d song but had vague memories of it. To avoid drawing attention and probably interrogation, i had to fit in, do the regular thing mom did weneva she went to church wen there was no service. I slowly got up to my feet, dusted myself, yes, nearer my God to thee i know i knew dis song, d titanic song or wateva. Dramatically, i walked with the pace of the sound, slowly like i was really in the spirit, i walked through the aisle to the alter and knelt before the crucifix and did d sign of the cross as my mother does but in no particular order. I heard strange sounds coming from a room to my far right, it was like the noice of two people talking, wat dey said was unclear, shaken at first, then i remembered the priest listens to confession d day before d sermon but what sin would make a man risk the night to confess it? Wateva tho, i said to myself heaving a sigh of relieve or probably i dont care. I looked closely at the crucifix, the blood running through from d thorned crown of his head, his pierced sides, palms and foot was actually dripping. Wea my eyes deceiving me? If it was not, was it somekinda technology, As each drop evaporated kwickly as dey hit the floor? I looked intently at d statue before me, my eyes roving about every inch of it, the image before me began to change, looking differently as i looked closer, changing details as i passed each point. I took my eyes off, concluded in my mind dat i was paranoid, i had seen things this night and dey wea playing tricks on me now. I turned to look at d person playing the keyboard, something was strange about him, he had completely ignored my presence. Wen i banged open the door, he didnt turn to see who did dat, as i walked to the alter, he still didnt move a muscle anywhere else other dan his fingers. He must be really enveloped in wat he is doing so as not to notice his surroundings. Slowly i got up and decided to move to the piano, my plan was simple - greet the person, start a conversation to distract my fears and wen i am settled out of d shocks, sleep in the church till daybreak. As i walked forward the tune changed, it was slow, mournful, uhm, another familia hymn..ah ha...when peace like a river i tot to myself. as i approached, he changed to tempo, d whole tuned changed. it was fierce, angry, kwick like he was trying to tell me to stop but i didnt. i couldnt help but notice his outfit. a long black cloak of feathers wit eyes on it, so strangely made i felt cold blood run down my spine....it dawned on me...my night was far from over. *lights out*
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 20:47:01 +0000
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